The DanceShe liked long haired dollys...and soft furry kittens.. and her Gramma Evans...she dreamed of being a princess... an ice skater....a ballerina.... gliding so softly through life.... gentle as a maple leaf caressing the air as it dances to the ground... that was her essence...to dance... to the exquisite music that ran through her spirit.. but she lost her dolly... and they took away her kitties... and her Gramma Evans died... she found out she had to be born a princess... and they couldn't afford lessons for skating... or ballet...(although she did get a costume)... and she couldn't see how she could soar with the music in her spirit when her dreams had died... so she put a little layer of toughness around her ...and told that little girl to hide... and the music began to turn.. as she grew up, she began to to try to dream again.... and she thought she'd be a doctor.. or a teacher ... or an actress.... or travel to poor places and help to feed the hungry and help to change the world. she was idealistic.. unrealistic... thought that people said what they meant... and that no one could possibly lie... and she waited for her prince to come... to protect her... so that she could dance... but there was no money for college... and people didn't mean what they said... they lied.... and no prince was coming... and more dreams began to die.... and she put a couple layers on this time.. and told that little girl hiding... not to cry... and the music began to sour.. but the passion of the vision.....of the maple leaf caressing the air... remained in her.. trying to soar to the top of her soul...... and she still tried to dance..... and she watched life grow..and she watched life die.... and she even took life... and the notes became harsher ... the wind began to send the maple leaf out of rhythm...and it began to plummet from the sky... and she could not dance that delicate dance......and her heart began to sigh... and pain became the way of the day... and sorrow the statement of the heart... but that little girl... hid well from the world... tried so hard not to cry...... for she still desired to dance.... that exquisite dance... of life.....and love....and fairy tale romance... of hopes and dreams… of passionate needs… She just can't let that die… I need you to find her, and take her, She will give you her soul… Do you see her Father… Can she dance for you? Cindy Riemer Copyright 1999 ©
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